Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI)

Not Enough (2/3) (Tommy angst)

Note- This is part two of Not Enough. 

Warning- Terrible self care, neglecting, vomiting

Tommy POV (3rd)

Tommy sat on his bed, listening the celebration that seemed to be happening downstairs. He couldn't stop the sadness from creeping into his heart. Why did Tubbo always get celebrated? Why was it never him?

Finally he took a deep breath, allowing the tears to pass. He sniffled, carefully rising from the floor. He would just have to work harder. If he could get better grades then they would have to be proud of him, right?

He got to work, pulling out his books to study. He studied every moment he could, pouring the information into his brain. And that's how he spent his time for the next week. On most nights he didn't sleep, or if he did he fell asleep at his desk. Dark moons began to sink beneath his eyes as the time passed. He ate less and less, putting his grades above everything. Because of it, he spent all of his time in his room, rarely seeing his family anymore.

They hardly noticed, usually always paying attention to Tubbo. Tommy accepted it, believing that it would all be worth it. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt, because it did. It hurt more than he could ever fully comprehend. 

Every time Wilbur would ruffle Tubbo's hair and sing him to sleep at night. Every time Techno would praise him and let Tubbo watch him record. Every time Phil would express how proud he was of Tubbo and how important he was to him. It broke him more and more, even though he denied it.

It was the morning of a big math test, something Tubbo had said was easy. Tommy woke up and immediately groaned. He felt awful. Quickly, he forced himself out of bed, knowing Phil wouldn't be pleased. He blew his nose, trying to get air through it. He sighed, trying not to focus on the pain in his stomach.

He began to get ready, pulling his clothes on and grabbing his bag. Ever since everyone had begun to focus on Tubbo, Tommy had decided to walk to school. Not that anyone really noticed, because they didn't.

Tommy made his way to school, feeling even worse. He raced to the bathroom, feeling the bile rising in his throat. He managed to make it to the toilet before puking his guts out. A minute passed and he leaned against the door, whining in pain. Maybe he could just go home...

No Phil would be disappointed, they would all be disappointed. He would just have to toughen through it. Besides he was a big man, so he could handle it.

The day passed by slowly, every hour dragging more than the last. Finally the bell rung and Tommy immediately began walking home, avoiding Tubbo. Tubbo didn't even talk to him at school, since they hardly had any classes together.

He looked at the paper in his hands. A report card, lined with A's. He smiled to himself but stopped. Tubbo still had better grades, leaning more towards 100%s in every class. He had to work harder.

He walked into the house, making his way up to his room. He crumpled up the paper, throwing it across his room. Why couldn't he be better? 

His head began to pound, making his vision turn fuzzy. He knees buckled, sending him towards the floor. 

A knock came from his door. "Tommy? You okay?" The door creaked open as everything began to turn black. 

"TOMMY!"

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This is the second part. I hoped you liked it. I'm not sure how many parts I'll do. Probably at least one more.

Take care of yourself!

-Snowy